Author's Note:

Hello new readers and welcome to the super spin-off story of Breaking Boundaries! The summary should've given you enough information, so let's get going!

I did this all on a plane :D

If you have any questions, just ask! :)

Oh and a quick warning: If you are phobic of transgenderism, then leave, this isn't for you.

Anyways, on to the story!

Chapter One: Death and Rebirth

Dewfall's eyes blinked open as the sun rushed into the den. Smiling, he looked with affection over his mate, Lilypool, who was sleeping peacefully, her head laying on Dewfall. Carefully, Dewfall laid her head on the ground and exited the den. A few cats were out, eating what few pieces of prey they had left in the pile. They'd need to hunt.

Dewfall looked suspiciously at a dark tom. His name was Night, and he'd joined not long ago. Dewfall still didn't trust him. Seeing Squirrelflight, Dewfall called, "I'm going out to hunt alone, is that fine?"

"Sure! Bring back some prey," she replied. Smiling, Dewfall ducked into the entrance and made his way into the forest.

Not long after he entered the forest, Dewfall scented something weird. He felt like he should know the scent, but it was slipping his mind. Was it some sort of rogue? Confused, Dewfall moved forward to investigate.

Eventually, he came upon a hole. Curious he slipped in. Was this a rabbit burrow? The scent was overpowering here. Suddenly, he heard a grunting noise, and he realized what he'd stumbled into. He was in a badger set!

Whipping his head around, he saw the badger lumbering towards him, blocking the entrance. Scared out of his mind, Dewfall looked around for a way out, but he saw none. He was going to die just as Amberheart had. He was never going to see his mate, or his kits, ever again. He braced himself for pain, and it came. Slowly, Dewfall bled out, and his life force faded away.

In StarClan...

Dewfall found himself in a starlit clearing, seemingly devoid of any cat life. Was he in StarClan? Or some weird land in between life and death?

"I'm disappointed with you, Dewfall," a familiar voice came from behind him. Turning, Dewfall saw his mother.

"What, what do you mean Brightheart? Why have I disappointed you?" Dewfall mewed, confused, yet happy to see his mother.

"Do you remember what you said to your sister?" Brightheart mewed, her eyes solemn. "Do you remember forcing her out of ThunderClan?"

"I-I didn't mean to!" Dewfall stuttered. "I thought she would be happy with Owleyes! I didn't mean to hurt her!"

Brightheart shook her head, "Maybe in your head, but in your heart, you hated the way your sister was, you wanted her gone." Before Dewfall could protest, she continued, "You need punishment. You need to know how Amberheart felt."

Dewfall shook his head, "You can't do this! StarClan won't let you!"

Brightheart grimaced, "I'm sorry Dewfall, but I have the permission of StarClan." Pacing in front of him, she mewed, "We know how to punish you. Amberheart always felt like a tom in a she-cat's body, and now you will too. Step in the pool."

Dewfall backed away from his mother, "No! You can't do this! I won't cooperate!"

Ignoring him, Brightheart said, "You will be reborn as a she-cat in the future. You will be unable to tell anyone about your former life. You will retain your memories, but you can't speak of them. Since you'll be a kit, your mind will influence you to act like a kit, and you will forget your hunting and fighting experience. Eventually, you may even have a mate, because if all goes well, you'll be quite beautiful to your fellow toms.

Dewfall backed up even farther, but suddenly found himself slipping backwards. He had backed into the pool! He found himself belly deep in water. "No!" He yelled, shrinking quickly.

Brightheart sighed, "Yes Dewfall, or should I say, Silverkit, you are now a she-cat."

Dewfall wailed in kit-like fashion, drowning until his vision went dark.

Back to life...

Dewfall, now apparently Silverkit, woke up still wailing. He was curled up in a nest with three other kits and a large cat, who he, or she, assumed was her mother.

Her new mother quickly stirred. "Silverkit! What's wrong? Are you okay?" She nosed her, and Silverkit let out a softer wail.

Eventually, Silverkit calmed down and looked up at her mother. Her mother had a silvery gray pelt, and looking down at her pelt, Silverkit realized she did too. Realizing she needed an excuse, Silverkit gave her new mother a scared look and mewed, "I had a nightmare mother. I didn't like it." Her voice surprised her. While she expected the high, smooth voice of a kit, she didn't expect the femininity that came with being a she-cat.

"That's fine sweetie," the mother murmured, "Just forget about it. Here, get close with me." Silverkit didn't want to get close with this new mother, but then again, his mind told him that it wouldn't hurt. Softly purring, Silverkit snuggled close to her mother. Her mother's fluffy belly fur warmed Silverkit, and she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning...

Silverkit yawned and opened her eyes, and immediately jumped back. A tom kit was staring straight into her eyes. Yelping, she jumped up to her small paws. A voice in her mind told her that this was her brother Blizzardkit. "What are you doing?" She squeaked. Blizzardkit had a grayish pelt like hers, but it was covered in white spots.

Blizzardkit grinned, "We've been waiting for you forever! Honeycloud made us wait for you to wake up! Marshkit and Oakkit are already starting to play! Let's go!" Without waiting for Silverkit, he scurried away.

Sighing, Silverkit looked down at herself in disgust. Why had StarClan done this? Hopefully she wasn't the only she-kit in this litter. If the others were toms, she would be even more alone. She felt like staying and going back to sleep, but her paws itched to run, so Silverkit got up and ran after her new brother.

Once she was at the entrance, Blizzardkit and two others looked at her in excitement. However, disappointment weighed Silverkit down. She was in fact the only she-kit. The tom that Silverkit's mind said was Marshkit mewed, "Silverkit! You're awake! Now we can leave!"

"Be careful!" A familiar voice called. Looking back, she saw Honeycloud, her new mother sitting with another queen.

"We will!" The tom who must've been Oakkit called. As they began running out, Silverkit followed.

Once they made it outside, Silverkit looked around. The camp seemed gargantuan compared to when he was a warrior, but that was to be expected. "Wow," Blizzardkit mewed breathlessly, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

Silverkit bumped him, "Of course you will, mouse-brain. We'll be apprentices soon, and then we'll be big!" Why had she said something so kit-like? Was this voice in her head also affecting what she said?

Blizzardkit let out a playful growl, "I'm no mouse-brain!" He pounced on top of her, bowling her over. The two rolled around for a bit until Blizzardkit managed to pin her down. "Got you!" He mewed triumphantly.

"Fine! You win!" Silverkit mewed, annoyed that she'd lost, "Get off!" When he got off, Silverkit looked at the others and mewed, "Soooo...what do you guys want to play?"

The kits thought for a moment, then Marshkit mewed, "What about hide and seek? Last to reach the fresh-kill pile is it!" The three toms quickly sprinted away, while Silverkit was left in the dust.

"Wait for me!" Silverkit called helplessly, trying to catch up. It was hopeless, though, as they were already there.

When she got there, she heard Oakkit mew, "Slowpoke! Count to fifty and then try and find us!"

Silverkit panted, "I'll get all of you in a heartbeat!" Closing her eyes, she began counting to fifty, and she heard the others scramble away.

"...50," she mewed. "Alright, time to show these kits how easily I can find them. I had a great nose...before this," she muttered to herself.

As she looked around, trying to decide where to go, a familiar voice sounded off in the warriors den. Looking, she saw a warrior carrying Marshkit out. "You're not allowed to be in here Marshkit, even if you're playing hide and seek."

When the warrior placed him down, Silverkit bounded over. "Found you," she mewed, grinning.

"Shut up," Marshkit muttered, moving away to look for the others.

At the end of the game...

"Told you I'd get you guys quickly," Silverkit mewed to Oakkit, smirking. Oakkit and Blizzardkit had been hiding next to each other, so she only had to find one to find both of them.

"Lucky," Oakkit mewed, adding, "I guess I'll be the seeker this time."

Nodding, Silverkit sprinted away. Once she saw no one looking her way, she ran out the entrance. No one would find her out here. She'd win the game!

After a while, she found herself by some very large trees, and decided to stay there.

Not long later, Silverkit heard a rustling in the bushes. Turning, she saw a mouse hurtle by her. Confused she looked back to where it came from, and saw a giant thing bursting theough the bush, claws glinting. Silverkit yowled in fear. Was this thing going to kill her?

As Silverkit shook in fear, the thing twisted in landed next to her. Suddenly, she realized the scary thing was a cat. Why was she so scared, so kit-like? If he was a tom, he'd be fine, but no, he was a dumb she-cat!

"Oh StarClan, I'm sorry!" The large she-cat said. "Why are you out here? I thought you were the mouse I was chasing! You shouldn't be out of camp Silverkit!" Silverkit could only shiver.

The she-cat's tone softened, "Here. Let me take you back to Honeycloud. She'll be worried." She carefully lifted Silverkit, and they began making their way to camp.

Back at camp...

Unsurprisingly, Honeycloud was waiting for them when they came back, along with Silverkit's siblings. "Silverkit!" She called. The she-cat put her down and Silverkit ran over to Honeycloud, burrowing her trembling body against her mother's leg fur.

"What happened Blue-eyes?" Honeycloud mewed, concern evident in her voice.

Blue-eyes shuffled her feet, "I was chasing a mouse, and it ran away. I chased after it, and it ran past Silverkit, so with her gray pelt, I kind of thought she was the mouse. I...I nearly clawed her bad, but I twisted out of the way. She's fine."

"How could you think my beautiful little she-kit was a mouse! You could've killed her! Now I'm going to have to take her to Thrushflight too, because it seems like you put my kit into shock!" Honeycloud ranted.

"I'm sorry! I'll go!" Blue-eyes exclaimed, hurrying away.

The rest of the day was a blur to Silverkit. The other kits went to the nursery, and Honeycloud took her to Thrushflight, the medicine cat, who fed her a poppy seed. They went back to the nursery, and Silverkit nearly fell immediately asleep, but before she could, she wondered.

Will I slowly lose my identity? Will this voice take Dewfall from me?

A/N:

Huh. Ignorant Dewfall to troubled she-kit. What do you guys think of our new kit Silverkit?

Oh and by the way, Silverkit is two moons old.

Thanks for reading!

R&R